“Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.”

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Even her smallest steps are a part of something – tremendous.

Lets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.

What if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.

Wishing, if only she’d care – less.

She pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.

Come nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.

To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.

Somehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.

I feel you are still with me, walking beside me on every avenue.

To me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Carry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.

You shouldn’t get too close to the truth, because then maybe you stop being funny.

Maybe you’re the reason why all doors are closed, so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road.

A young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.

Science is moving closer to weaponry, and Art is moving closer to commercialism. And never the twain shall meet.

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

The weather never stays too cold when the mother stays close

All hustlers have the understanding that when one door closes, another will open.

I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.